Look down at the body
 you may see no trace of wounds
 but in the eye
 the eye of the beholder
 one cannot asume.

 Not a drop of blood is drawn
 but you know how it bleeds
 beware of the sharp edged weapon
 called human being

 It is a shield of passion
 and strong will
 from this I am the victor
 instead of the kill

 I will not feed your hunger, instead
 I bite the pain
 looking not back, but forward
 I bite down hard
 try to cover up the trail of deceit
 and daggers spawned from your soul

 Acid, the tears of remorse
 flow in vain, too late for regrets
 save it
 for the next ill fated game.